Freya St David, 02 - Goddess Of Magic

 

Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.

And her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

Freya was twenty-seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first-class flirt.

And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night. 

And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.

While with some others she enjoyed a more intimate relationship.  

Then there was one of her favourite patients on her visiting rounds who was more of a challenge.

 

Richard Lambert was thirty-five years old and a cancer survivor.

But in spite of having the brain tumor successfully removed and after treatment had subsequently been given the all clear, he was clinically depressed.

The reason for his depression was that he had been left impotent since the surgery and as a result now he never left the house.

His wife Sarah was as supportive as she could be, but she had confided to Freya that she was close to breaking point.

With Richard unable to leave home Sarah was the breadwinner which she did without complaint, but there were days when she didn’t want to come home and those days were becoming more frequent.    

 

Freya had only recently been assigned to the Lamberts, and began from the first day her tried and trusted outrageous flirting but it was to no avail.

But now she had her newfound sexual liberation she had more weapons in her arsenal than mere flirting.

 

It was mid-morning when Freya opened the back door and walked in the house.

“Hello” she called “District nurse”

“In the lounge” Richard called without emotion

The five foot nothing, whippet thin strawberry blond walked in the lounge

Her pale skin flushed pink as usual only this time there was more of it.

She was bare legged and even to the untrained eye she was obviously naked beneath her uniform which hugged her figure.

She had small tits but her nipples were clearly visible through the polyester.

“Hello Richard” Freya said 

“Hi” Richard said laying on the sofa watching something mind numbing on the TV

“Budge over” She said and sat on the edge of the sofa, a large expanse of naked thigh visible to anyone with blood in their veins, with one thigh at right angles to the other.

Freya opened her bag and removed her blood pressure kit, then she took hold of his arm and while she was attending to the cuff around his arm she let his hand fall on her thigh.

It just sat there for a minute or two before he said

“You’re not wearing your black tights”

“I’m surprised you noticed” she said without looking at him

“It’s a bit cold for bare legs” he said, “isn’t it?”

“Perhaps you could be the judge of that” she said

Richard turned his hand over, so his palm was flush with the inside of her thigh.

“It feels cold” Richard said and inched his hand slowly along her thigh

“But it’s getting warmer”

As his fingers found her lips, she abandoned her efforts to take his blood pressure and Freya used her arm to brace herself against the back of the sofa instead.

Whether he was impotent or not he knew how to give pleasure and Freya went lightheaded as he skilfully made her come.

And then she looked down at the bulge and she thought with a satisfied smile  

“Mission accomplished”

Richards’s hand was still between her legs as Freya stared at the resulting lump in his trousers, from where she had worked her magic and thought

“It would be a shame to waste it”

So, she didn’t.

 

The following day Freya got a bunch of flowers from Sarah, there was no message just a smiley face.

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (009) In Funereal Finery

 

One of the inevitable side effects of getting older is that you seem to attend more and more funerals with every passing year, which is ironically just part of life, but for me funerals have had a profoundly erotic effect upon me ever since the incident that occurred on the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was just 13 years old.

We were all staying at my grandparent’s home in Childean and it was a full house so I took the chance amidst the hustle and bustle to sneak into my Aunt Julie’s bedroom while she was having a bath so I could go in her handbag and pinch a couple of cigarettes.

But she finished in the bathroom sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing I hid in the wardrobe instead.

I was hoping she had just forgotten something and wouldn’t be long and would return to the bathroom but she didn’t so I just waited and watched her.

She was sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair which was very boring and I thought about stepping out and confessing but then she stood up and I watched her as she turned her back to me and began drying her curvaceous body with a large bath sheet but she offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and all of a sudden I was sporting a serious woody.

I carried on watching as my stork grew until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw the first naked woman of my life.

My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts, surmounted by erect pink teats and then down to the fluffy curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the closet I came in my pants.   

Even after I’d shot my load it didn’t stop me looking at her as she began to dress, first she put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist and then pulled on a pair of black silk French drawers.

Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly just as if she knew she was playing to an appreciative audience.

Next she sat on the bed and pulled on the first of her seamed black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts hung voluptuously then at the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.

Aunt Julie stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me and smiled before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction.

And when she had finished fastening her bra I saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared for the rest of my life.

The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.

I had to continue to wait in the closet with sticky pants for another 25 minutes after she finished dressing while she applied her makeup and only when she finally went downstairs could I escape my hiding place and change my pants.

As I got to the door I looked back towards the wardrobe and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me and smiling because next to the wardrobe door was a full-length mirror.

That day stamped a mark on me that has lasted a lifetime and now whenever I see a woman in Funereal Finery I get aroused.

Most of my sexual triumphs over the years have occurred as a result of meeting women at funerals.

At Aunt Julie’s wake under the pretence of consoling her I managed to seduce her daughter Elaine, of course the underwear was different, tights instead of Stockings, satin instead of silk a thong instead of French drawers.

But the contents were every inch the likeness of her mothers.

I suppose I should feel shame for what I’ve done, exploiting the vulnerable at their time of grief but I don’t and I even attend the funerals of people I don’t even know just to meet women.

 

 

 

IN THE AFTERGLOW

 

She lay serenely in the afterglow

The sweat of passion spent

Vaporized and no more

Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face

The red glow of the cheeks still visible

Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly

Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth

No hint remains of what passed

The contortions of orgasm

Which were etched into her innocent face

Linger no more but shall again soon

She lies beneath a silken sheet

Stretched more tightly across her breasts

Showing them in sharp relief

The cool air from the open window

Arouses her nipples

Which stand proud through the silk

She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison

As her arousal continues elsewhere

If her lover does not return

Her satisfaction will be in her own hand

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 65) Mother’s Day

The morning after I unwrapped the pretty nurse that Molly sent me I rose early, which could only mean one thing, I had to split her strawberry whiskers again before breakfast.

When we eventually got out of bed I went upstairs to ready Katy for the day while Freya showered downstairs.

Then she pretended to arrive through the front door at 8 o’clock, I don’t think Katy was fooled for a moment but it made us feel better. 

We repeated the experience on two more occasions over the following week and then she never came again, well not with me anyway.

 

The rest of the first week of March passed in a comfortable routine in which, day by day saw Katy spending almost imperceptibly more time sleeping. And weariness came over her at great speed.

Nothing much else happened though, I saw little of the village and my only contact with the world was through the visitors who came to see Katy and skypes with Georgia. 

 

The only significant moment of the week was on Thursday when Olivier called around to see me.

“Any news about the sisters?” I whispered to her in the kitchen.

“Yes” she replied “and no”

“Ah” I responded

“I managed to track down Marion and they’re flying into Heathrow on Saturday afternoon” she said

“Excellent” I said thoughtfully

“You did mean for me to get two tickets?” she asked doubtfully

“Of course” I said “sorry for being so ambiguous”

Olivia paused for a second relieved she hadn’t over stepped the parameters of her brief.

“Anne on the other hand is proving to be a little more elusive, she and her husband are visiting outlying villages and I haven’t been able to contact her yet,” she said with a sigh before adding “she may not get here in time”

“All we can do is pray,” I suggested

 

On Friday lunchtime I left Katy in the very capable hands of Laura Gregory, who thought she would relieve me for a couple of hours, and I took a walk over to the Golf Club for some R & R.

I hadn’t set foot in the club since New Year’s Day when I rogered Shula over the billiard table.

In one corner I found my very good buddies Victoria Braithwaite, Judith Hunt and Pandora Parkinson-Brown.

“Simon” Judith shouted and the other two cheered in response

“Hello stranger” Pandy said with a distinct leer and stood up and kissed me.

“I’m glad you’re all here” I said genuinely “I haven’t seen you all together for an age”

Then Victoria and Judith also embraced me.

After all the hugging and kissing Judith was about to go to the bar and get me a drink when the barman arrived with a tray upon which sat my drink.

“Courtesy of the Captain, Mr Fisher” he said formerly 

“Thank you” I said and nodded in the direction of the Captain.

And that set the trend for the afternoon as drink after drink appeared courtesy of appreciative members.

I had to take it a bit steady as it would not have been difficult to get completely shit faced thankfully another member stumped up for lunch.

It was very enjoyable catching up with the girls and what they were up to.

Judith updated me on how things were going with her new man Mortimer Beaumont while we ate.

Then Pandora talked about how things were progressing with Morty’s brother Harry.

And even Victoria had a beau, who she had known when she was a girl who she had recently met again after 30 years. 

“So tell me what you’re up to this weekend,” I said

“Its mother’s day weekend” they all said in unison, Victoria included

The Beaumont brothers were away visiting their mother in Cornwall, Judith was being taken up to London for the weekend by her sons, Pandora husband was having the children until Sunday lunchtime and Victoria was being treated by Maisie.

“She said I’m her adopted mum” Victoria said her eyes filling with tears.

“You old softy” I said handing her my hankie,

“Thank you Simon” she said and then blew her nose, not quite what I had in mind.

“So you’re not away for the weekend”? I asked Pandora

“No I’m having a very lazy weekend at home alone” she said giving me a sideways glance.

 

I spent Friday evening feeling a bit dopey as a result of all the hospitality but I still managed to finish reading “the Chamber of Secrets” to Katy and then read the first three chapters of “the Prisoner of Azkaban” before we called it a night.

Saturday began in much the same way as any other day of the preceding weeks.

Nurse, bath time, breakfast and visitors, same old same old,

With one notable difference namely a constant stream of text messages from Olivier updating on the progress of Katy’s sister Marion.

The flight leaving from Alaska was delayed, which meant they missed there connecting flight in New York.

Which meant waiting to get on the next available flight.

And all of this information was conveyed to me via text, which meant I was up and down like a tarts drawers.

Finally the message came saying they were on their way, this meant instead of the flight landing early on Saturday afternoon it wouldn’t arrive until tea time so they wouldn’t arrive at the house until well into the evening so I left Olivier to arrange for their collection from Heathrow.

 

I was a bit disappointed about the delay, as I had hoped I might pop over to Pandora’s after supper and avail myself of her delights.

Unless I had misread the signs I was defiantly invited, and was almost certainly expected – oh well some other time.

And I heard no more, now as annoying as Olivier’s constant texting became I soon found that hearing nothing was ten times worse.

 

Just before lunch I went into the kitchen and found Katy sitting on her throne with her arms folded and a real sulky expression on her face.

“What’s up grumpy?” I asked

“Shut up I’m sulking” she replied

“I can see that” I responded “but what are you sulking about?”

“I’ve been trying to get in touch with Marion, we always live chat on a Saturday morning at breakfast time, breakfast time here yesterday bedtime for her, But this morning nothing” she said despondently

“I wouldn’t worry, it’s probably just the weather, they have a lot of it up there you know” I suggested

“You’re a great help” Katy retorted

Katy soon shook off her sulky mood and spent the afternoon soundly thrashing me at crib.

I had had numerous more texts firstly from Olivier updating me on arrival times and then from Tilly, who along with Robert was meeting Bob and Marion Loader at Heathrow.

They had picked up the baton as I had to stay with Katy in order that she wouldn’t suspect anything, which she undoubtedly would have had I gone myself.

So as it was, Katy and I spent the afternoon and early evening as we would any other day.

Tilly texted just after five to say

“Flight landed”

The nurse came slightly earlier than usual to attend to Katy in the usual manner and then stayed later than normal.

Meanwhile I was preparing dinner; again this involved frozen meals and a preheated oven.

The only difference being that I had to cater for more than the two of us.

Just as I showed the nurse out I received another text from Tilly

“20 minutes away” it read

Katy hadn’t yet reappeared downstairs, which was not a bad thing as it meant I didn’t have to distract her, but it was time to find out where she had got to.

So after I had checked the food wasn’t burning I went upstairs and found her lying on the bed asleep.

I sat on the bed next to her and took hold of her hand in mine,

“Katy” I said softy, but there was no response

“Katy” I said again a little louder and she murmured before opening her eyes

“Oh Simon” she said surprised “Oh dear I only closed my eyes for a second”

“It’s time to come downstairs for supper Hon” I said

“Can I have it in bed tonight?” she asked

“No not tonight” I replied

“Oh go on,” she begged

“No” I said and stood up “now come on lazy bones”

I knew only too well that in not many more weeks she would be have all of her meals in bed

“You’re just mean” she said and begrudgingly got up

 

I did however concede to her request for a piggyback down the stairs.

I had just got her settled on her throne in the kitchen when there was a knock at the front door.

“Who can that be?” Katy said, “I hope it’s not more visitors”

Then as an afterthought she added

“Sorry God”

“I’ll go and see,” I said

When I got to the front door and opened it I found Tilly and Robert standing there either side of a slightly older version of Katy, and behind them was a tall thin gaunt looking man who I assumed to be Bob.

“Hello” I said then in a whisper I added in a whisper

“She’s in the kitchen”

“Who is it?” Katy called

“It’s Robert and Tilly” I called back

“Ok” she answered

“Come in, come in” I said

There was a brief period of silent greetings and handshakes then I led the way up the hall to the kitchen with Marion following closely in my wake.

Katy was stood at the table laying place mats and cutlery as I walked in.

“I think you might need to set a few more places,” I said

“Why?” Katy began to ask and then I stepped aside and for a moment there was complete and utter silence

“Maz?” Katy asked, “Is that really you?”

“Who else would it be?” Marion replied as she walked towards her floundering sister and they embraced.

“How?” Katy uttered as tears welled up in her eyes

“It’s all thanks to Simon” Marion said and she began to cry as well.

After an emotional five minutes Marion gathered herself sufficiently to say

“Look Bobs here as well, you haven’t met him yet”

After Bob and Katy had been introduced Marion unbuttoned her coat

“And you haven’t met this one either” she said and laid Katy’s hand on her bump.

“A baby?” Katy said and then the tears rained down again.

After the tears had subsided Katy turned her attention to me

And wrapped her arms around my neck

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said “God bless you Simon”

Then Marion joined in and it all got a bit messy, and I was really way out of my comfort zone.

“Let’s eat” I said and kissed the two women on the forehead

 

We were all sitting around the table after the meal drinking coffee when bob asked

“Is there a hotel nearby?”

“Yes there is” I replied “but you’re staying here”

“No we can’t impose on you any further” Bob protested

“You have already done so much for us,” Marion Added

“Nonsense, you’re staying here and that’s an end to it” I insisted

 

Tilly had to leave after the meal as she was meeting up with Tristan and driving to their mums for mother’s day.

So I helped Bob and Robert retrieve the Loaders luggage from her car and then Bob and I left Robert and Tilly having a snoggy farewell on the doorstep and carried the bags upstairs to the spare room.

 

As it was a special occasion we opened some wine and sat around chatting.

When Katy got up and went to the loo Marion said

“You are a very kind man”

“Nonsense” I said rather embarrassed “let’s change the subject”  

“What would have happened if you hadn’t been here when she had to leave the vicarage?” Bob asked

“Katy could have stayed at the Vicarage until the end if she’d wanted to; Robert was in no hurry to push her out he was quite happy staying at the pub”

“Rather” was Roberts’s only contribution

“The truth of the matter was Katy wanted to get out of Roberts way, but didn’t want to go into a hospice so as I live alone here in a huge house, and I work from home it seemed like the perfect solution”

“You are a kind man though” Marion persisted

“I’ve been very lucky in my life and when I was in a position to help someone who is much loved in the village, I took it”

I said

“Katy needs company, someone to help occupy her time and her mind so that’s my role, so now can we change the subject”

 

About an hour later Robert excused himself, as he still hadn’t finished writing Sunday’s sermon.

As Bob was sitting in an armchair snoring loudly and Katy and Marion were talking 10 to the dozen completely oblivious to their surroundings

I decided to leave with Robert

“I’m going to leave you two to catch up as I’m obviously surplus to requirements so I’m going to take a wander and get a nightcap at the Keys”

“Ok” Katy responded with a knowing look, she knew it wasn’t a nightcap I was going out for.

I walked with Robert as far as the Vicarage and then I turned down the lane by the church, which led to the path that crossed the golf course.

From there I traversed the course until I reached Pandora’s house.

I was pleased to see some of the house lights were still on.

So keeping in the shadows I made my way up to the house and tapped on the window,

It took a few minutes, but then Pandora came to the door already in her nightclothes.

She gave me a smile and opened the door

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said

“Marion’s flight was delayed,” I responded while I watched her nipples erecting through her silk nightie in the cool night air

She noticed me looking at her tits but she made no effort to conceal them instead she said

“I thought I might have to attend to myself”

 “Oh that sounds nice can I watch?” I replied

“You are incorrigible” she said and laughed, and then she took my hand and pulled me in through the door.

She closed the door behind me and drew the curtain then she slithered up against me and kissed my mouth.

“Where would you like me darling?” she asked

“Bed I think” I answered

“A good choice” she said and giggled

“Anywhere would have been a good choice Pandy,” I told her

“Shut up and get upstairs,” she ordered

I followed Pandora as she climbed the stairs my eyes fixed on her magnificent buttocks as they taunted me through the silk of her nightgown

“So if you had needed to attend to yourself what would you been thinking about?”

I asked

“I can’t tell you that,” she said coyly giving me a quick glance over her shoulder

As we reached the top stair I insisted

“I think you can”

“I can’t” she reaffirmed as we reached the bedroom door I took hold of her and turned her towards me and kissed her

“Please” I said,

She stood staring at my chest and let out a huge sigh

“That day in the woods, by the 17^th green, where you took me from behind over that fallen tree” she said quietly

“You enjoyed that day didn’t you?” I said proudly

Pandora nodded

“When I play that hole I still get a tingle down below,” she admitted still staring at my chest.

“And what else?” I asked as she opened the bedroom door

“The night of the summer ball” she answered as she pulled me into the room

“On the golf cart in the moonlight”

“And”? I persisted as we stood by the bed

“In the woods in the thunderstorm” she replied as she began to undress me, “and later in your house”

My shirt and trousers were discarded when I asked

“Is that all?”

“St Andrews day” she barked as she yanked my pants down “when I kidnapped you”

“And the day after” and one sock had gone

“And the day after that” and the other sock was removed.

“Is there anything in your Wank Bank that doesn’t involve me?”

“No” she said and kissed my helmet before standing up again

“So what do you want to do now?” I asked

“Put something else in the bank” she replied and slipped her fingers around my cock and kissed me.

“And how would madam like her deposit?” I asked

“Surprise me,” she answered tightening her grip on my shaft and kissing me again.

My hands were fondling the cheeks of her silk clad bum while she tugged on me.

I released the handfuls of arse and grabbed handfuls of her nightie and dragged it upwards.

Pandora released her hold on me and I pulled her nightgown off over her head.

Then I lifted her up so she was standing on the bed.

Pandora wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head towards her great globes surmounted by huge aroused nipples which she wafted about my lips, tempting and teasing me until she allowed me to engulf a great pink teat and sucked hard on it,

After a minute or so she pushed my head back leaving her misshapen saliva coated nip and then unceremoniously latched me on to the other.

After giving the appropriate period of attention I released her wet teat and pushed her backwards onto the bed.

Pandora bounced spectacularly on the bed and giggled as her tits bounced independently of the rest of her.

As I moved toward her Pandora, still giggling she tried to turn and scramble away.  

I rapidly crawled up the bed and grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Having prevented her escape I could then slowly crawl up her tidy bod, kissing her belly as I crawled then her plump tits, sucking both teat’s before I reached her mouth and when our tongues engaged in a passionate duel my throbbing cock homed in on her moist crack like a missile.

I entered her pussy all the way, and as I pushed my cock into her welcoming wetness breath exhaled from her mouth.

Pandora’s thighs gripped me tightly and her noisy responses to my strokes urged me on and I pounded on her more, the pace increasing steadily, faster and faster.

Her nails were in my back as we moaned and grunted in unison. We sped on quickening the pace and shortening the stroke until we reached maximum velocity and we both exploded in utter ecstasy.

We lay locked in that embrace, a single, sweating panting beast for several minutes until I rolled off her and there we lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.

Eventually I looked at her and said

“Will that make it to the bank?”

“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.

 

ISLE OF LOVE

 

The scent of jasmine and honeysuckle was

Everywhere, drifting on the afternoon breeze

Filling my nostrils and catching in my dry throat

The ice in my drink chinked out a melody and

Beckoned me, my companion sat on the veranda

She turned her head to me as I approached

I leant down and kissed the nape of her neck

The downy hairs stood up and I kissed again

She met my gaze and smiled coyly then looked down

At her lap, so my eyes wandered to the

Gaping fabric of her silk dress and the soft

Roundness of her within. I watched as

Her nipples aroused either by the cooling

Air or at the knowledge of my gaze, no matter

I felt no shame at the beholding of her

She looked up at me with beguiling eyes

Her eyes said our drinks could wait awhile

I took her hand and returned her smile

 

REFLECTED GLORY

 

She sits before the mirror

Head inclined

Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders

Cascading down one side

The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands

The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,

Naked but for the slender straps of her dress

Silently invites my caress

Her heady perfume filled the room

Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain

The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well

In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me

As she sees me watching her

And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles

And at its radiance my heart soars

Making me want her

I don’t ask why she loves me

I just thank god for her

For her elegant beauty

And for the greater beauty inside

This evening I must share her

But later she will be mine alone

So for now I bathe in the reflected glory of her

DREAM LAKE

 

The dark lake at midnight reflected back

Her own image, she knew this to be her

But why was she at the lake at midnight

Why did she not know how she got there?

And why was she naked one the lake shore

A cool breeze blew off the quiet water

It played gently with her auburn curls

Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her

She felt her nipples erect then shivered

But not from the cold, she felt a passion

Welling up within her, a heat she had

Not felt before and may never feel again

Was everything as it appeared to seem

Or was it in fact just a vivid dream